Her Light|| Finnick Odair

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Junipers pov
I kiss him deeply rolling him under me my hands on his cheeks as he pulls me closer. My hands run down his chest and up his shirt and he freezes and I stop and he mutters "sorry" what for? I say "we don't have to if you're not ready Finn. You don't have to apologize for it. You've been through a lot" he nods "I want to. Trust me I do. I just...never done it willingly or gently before" my heart hurt at his words.

I kiss his lips softly "and we can take our time with this. I'm in no rush." He smiles "thank you" "you don't need to thank me Finn" I remind him laying beside him my head on his chest. "I know. But still...thank you" he replies kissing my forehead. I ask "what's district 4 like?" Stroking his chest. He chuckles "you want to know about my home?" I shrug "why not?" He replies "it's got the ocean by it, which is why fishing is our thing. It's such a destructive and beautiful thing....like you" I chuckle "you think I'm destructive?" He nods "to a extent. You do it in rebellion and hate for what's been done to you, to your family." "Somebody needs to put them in their place" I reply. He kisses my hand he's holding in his "yeah. But it's going to end up just hurting you. Living in your hate, letting it eat you alive. Not only that but snow can say enoughs enough today and take you from me"

"He won't. He had me reaped for a reason Finn." I point out. He nods "which is why I want you by my side the entire time" can't. I have a hunt to do. I lean up and kiss his cheek "that's not a guarantee but I will find you if I'm separated from you." He nods "I'll find you" and with that we tell one another more about our districts. Him telling me about the fish he'd catch. What the ocean is like, his positive memories of home.

And I...I tell him about when I was younger. My family. A time when I was happy, before I met him. I tell him about the rebellion we built. The plans we made but went nowhere because they killed everyone. Everyone but me. They were making me this perfect soldier. A face of the rebellion. I was a kid. Just wanting to do some good. For me and the future generations. He kisses my head "I am sorry for your losses. I don't think I've ever said it before" I kiss his hand "thank you. It just hurts no one will remember them as the heroes they were but as scum." He nods "and one day...when we are free. Truly free. The whole of panem will know them as you did" and with that we settle into sleep.